• On the topic of love that's when I lie.
    On the topic of stones thats when I fly
    and on the topic truth that's where I can truly see ,but not from the eye

    Truth is the permanent and all that remains.
    Lies are the fallacies that everyone seeks.
    But I am hidden in the shadows of both.

    My blade is of trust and my armor of rust
    but still I fight the armies and hordes
    With a chivalrous soul till my platebody did bust and I layed down for a nap under the tree of my life and watched as my memories floated by.
    Of all the towns protected and now I was dead but another did rise and take my place.

    My money was gone and my life was spent in a debt I had bargained from the time I had lent.
    So here lies my sadness in this pit covered and hidden to never be found.

    Tis' the life of a mercenary